When I was a little girl
Once I saw you in the map,
I imagined sea with perls
And you caught me in your net.
I imagined your great islands,
I imagined your grat castles,
I admired you, my Ireland,
I compared you life with Russia's.
I imagined that you're near,
I imagined you're behind
And I knew that if I fear
You're the place where I can hide.
Now my feelings became stronger
And I want to come to you
And I can't wait any longer:
You're so charming, you're so pure.
You are mother of the stars,
Stars of word and stars of music,
You're like far and flickering Mars
So attractive, so amusing.
And one day I'll come to you
To your great lands, to your coasts,
And my dreams will soon come true.
Ireland, you are my heart's host.